Everything felt like it hurt as Remy stood up. He stretched, wincing as that proved quite the chore. Peering curiously at the stranger, she seemed a little worse off. "I think time will tell," he said in jest, his heavy French accent dripping off every syllable that he spoke. "Do your ribs feel like they went toe to toe with a Whomping Willow?" At least nothing felt actually broken. But he had a feeling he was going to be finding a few bruises.

"Ah!" He cried out as if he had just spotted a bloodied corpse. "My new coat is torn." Despite the dramatic delivery of his words, his face remained as cheerful as ever. It was just a coat, after all. Readily fixed with a good sewing charm.